“ This morning, on the avenue, my death was walking next to me, under the plane-trees. I came back home, lied on… — Christian Bobin Books Copy Share Image
“Nothing is owed to us in life, not even the innocence of a blue sky. Great art is the art of thankfulness… — Christian Bobin Art Copy Share Image
“You can tell who your friends are because they don’t prevent you from being on your own, because they illuminate your solitude… — Christian Bobin Friends Copy Share Image
“Life in society is when everyone is there and no one is present. Life in society is when everyone obeys what no… — Christian Bobin Children Copy Share Image
“baraye bayane eshgh hamvare niyazi be vazhe haye asheghane nist , balke ziro bam o ashk o labkhand lazem ast. "Christian Bobin” — Christian Bobin Copy Share Image
“It is as if the angels had just done their laundry and, owning no other wealth than love, they are always clothed… — Christian Bobin Angel Copy Share Image
“A writer is anyone who follows only the truth of who they are, without ever relying on anything other than the poverty… — Christian Bobin Children Copy Share Image
“The word is a perishable, ephemeral commodity. It takes on the color of the circumstances in which it is used.” — Christian Bobin Perishable Copy Share Image
“A few stars were approaching and in their brightness I glimpsed a fragment of your vanished soul – cheerful and frivolous, unforgettable.” — Christian Bobin Cheerful Copy Share Image
“No one is holy in this life, only life itself is that.” — Christian Bobin Holiness-of-life Copy Share Image
“In such blue beauty you sense the darkness into which the light will soon fall, and in this conjugal life of blue… — Christian Bobin Beauty Copy Share Image
“A painter is someone who wipes the windowpane between the world and us with light, with a rag made of light, soaked… — Christian Bobin Light Copy Share Image
“What love is it, then, that has no need of words to call us? In whose image are we made, to take… — Christian Bobin Delight Copy Share Image
“Today, my love, I am too tired to write for you. You will find in your heart a letter, several pages, full… — Christian Bobin Love Copy Share Image
“What are they like, writers, in your mind: it may seem strange, but initially it’s not about writing. A writer is someone… — Christian Bobin Psychology Copy Share Image
“She tells you about herself, that is, about the people she loves. We are made of that, we are made of the… — Christian Bobin Breath Copy Share Image
